This Mission is Suicide

Womanne sat at the console looking at the stars fly by so fast they looked like streaks of light.
The rebel leader Drace was on the ship's comm letting her know he'd meet her back on the planet to pickup the intel they gathered in the jungle. "You want it intact? Unspoiled?" she asked. "Yes. We'll be there in 48 hours." and Drace ended the transmission.

"Is the man safely confined in the hold?" she asked as she went back to the common room. The imperial they captured in the jungle was tied up behind a locked door. She showered and slept till they landed. The mission had been exciting, dangerous, and hopefully a help to the rebellion. She came out of the jungle in better shape than most of the others, but that's the risk we all take.

It surprised her that Drace would meet them, that he would even be in the area. He took the datapad, ship core, and prisoner then paid them the price they had agreed on beforehand. While she hoped there would be a tip in for capturing a survivor, it wasn't worth soiling the relationship to fight for one. She told him the crew would be interested in doing jobs for ship upgrades if anything came up.

For the next couple of days everyone went their own ways, spending the spoils they worked hard to earn. Womanne was extremely disappointed to find out the shady business that sold her a brand new unusable droid was no longer on the planet. However, some well placed creds let her know where he was. Saloth. She did not want to let her anger get the best of her. The thief will be on that planet a while, perhaps her path will lead her there on its own.

Drace was ready with another mission when she returned. He came to the ship bearing a delicious lunch. While she sat and ate with him he explained that the imperial prisoner had said enough for him to put it together that there was something important to the Empire going on in the jungle. His man placed a bomb on the table and asked that we find out what it was exactly and destroy it.

It was a dangerous mission. Everyone stared at the bomb. A bomb changes things.
Terrorists use bombs. Zealots use bombs. We were just people trying to stay alive.
Womanne would jump at the chance to cripple the empire. But this is not her personal ship, not her crew. She sat back and gauged everyone's reactions.

"What kind of payment?" asked Vinn
"I don't have credits for this one. I will have to owe you one." replied Drace
Dorge's face turned red. "Owe us one?!  You want us to risk our lives, go on a suicide mission, for an IOU?!"
Womanne still sat back, waiting to see if Dorge's quick response would be infective to the rest.  The rest rabbled a bit, but there was not a solid decision on the negative. The rest were more worried about the lack of details.

While she was slightly embarrassed that this unprofessional rabble took place in front of Drace, it's not like this crew is structured. There's no captain, no ranks, just people that work together to survive.

Drace was excusing himself to leave us to our discussion when Womanne heard a voice say "Drace, if you are going to just owe us one on this I want something from you. . . a rank!"  She looked around to see who among the crew decided they wanted to actually join the rebellion... it came out of Dorge's mouth, but she strained to recognize the zabrak standing before her.